All Mr.Buxton said was, that some ship sailed on the 15th." "I concluded it must be the Anna-Maria, (poor Anna-Maria!) and I had no time to lose.

She had just heaved her anchor when I came on board.

Don't you recollect a boat hailing her at the last moment?
There were three of us in her." "No! I was below in my cabin--trying not to think," said she, coloring a little.
"Well! as soon as I got on board it began to grow dark, or, perhaps, it was the fog on the river; at any rate, instead of being able to single out your figure at once, Maggie--it is one among a thousand--I had to go peering into every woman's face; and many were below.

I went between decks, and by-and-by I was afraid I had mistaken the vessel; I sat down--I had no spirit to stand; and every time the door opened I roused up and looked--but you never came.

I was thinking what to do; whether to be put on shore in Ireland, or to go on to New York, and wait for you there;--if was the worst time of all, for I had nothing to do; and the suspense was horrible.